Beside the stationed wooden cabin.
Scrape.
The knights, holding iron shovels, cleaned up the filth on the side.
Miss Elisa, wrapped in a long robe, paced back and forth. Reason told her that Silas couldn't have gotten into any trouble.
But, as expected, the thought that his emergence from the monastery might have been due to some kind of instruction from that Nun made her feel irritable.
On what grounds?
She was the Empress, and she hadn't even ordered Silas to do anything. It was clearly him who suddenly jumped on the horse, making her feel weird, and she even had to help him explain it as a "bold self-recommendation."
It felt like something she was reluctant to use herself was being casually kneaded by someone else; it was just as uncomfortable.
"..."
Uncomfortable.
In the end, Miss Elisa was still a Succubus.
She stubbornly wanted to treat that kind of thing as something pleasurable to do, rather than as food. Now, she was naturally facing the backlash. Especially after being teased by Silas in the woods during the day without getting any release.
The roots of her thighs felt a bit itchy.
Patter.
Hearing the sound, Miss Elisa immediately turned her head.
"Good evening, Your Highness Elisa."
But it wasn't Silas who came; it was the woman she had seen earlier.
"..."
Elisa wouldn't be like the others and fail to recognize the true head of the Church nowadays.
"You must be waiting for my brother-in-law, right? He went to handle some matters and will be back in a while."
"Oh."
Elisa withdrew her gaze.
Yet, the afterimage of the woman's breasts remained in her mind. She's sisters with that Rose, so how come they're all so big... Hers weren't small, but compared to those two sisters, it just felt weird.
"My sister coming here earlier might have caused you quite a bit of trouble."
"?"
"As her sister, please allow me to apologize to you on her behalf."
"Well... mmh, it's nothing really."
Elisa initially didn't want to engage, but the woman in front of her was acting so humble. Plus, considering she wasn't a rival in love, but the sister of her rival... and also Silas's sister.
It wouldn't be appropriate to stay stiff any longer.
"Did you come out all by yourself?"
"Of course not; my subordinates are stationed not far from here. I didn't expect this matter would alarm you enough to come out personally."
"This isn't a small matter either. Anything related to the Roman Church is a top priority."
Elisa opened the door to the wooden cabin and waved her hand, "Come in and let's talk."
"Thank you for the audience."
Watching 'Elena' bow her head in greeting, she sincerely felt it. If her future dealings with the Noi Church were all with Elena instead of Sister Rose, her mood would at least be much better.
Look.
How reserved is this nun's behavior? What black silk suspenders? This is a proper nun!
"..."
And Elena, following behind Elisa into the cabin, only curled the corners of her mouth and looked in the direction of the church.
If she couldn't even buy this much time, she'd really have to steal a body.
Although they could be considered friends after all these years. But tying up a friend and putting her in a corner, letting her watch herself and that man go squish squish, wasn't that also very interesting?
On the other side.
Silas didn't stay in the cabin full of corpses anymore; he went to the relatively clean church nearby with his sister-in-law.
It was quite dilapidated. It looked like no one had been inside for a while; there were even cobwebs.
"So, what kind of ability does brother-in-law have... to appear a hundred years ago? And then a hundred years later?"
"It's troublesome to explain; anyway, it's an ability I can't understand or control myself. But it's definitely not a bad thing."
Silas casually wiped a chair clean with his sleeve. Let his sister-in-law sit down.
"The one next to you just now was Julie, right?"
He then generously sat down next to his sister-in-law.
"...Mmh."
"Seems like you two have a good relationship?"
"Ah, i-it's okay..."
Miss Elena clenched the toes inside her boots tighter and tighter.
A good relationship?
If occasionally bumping into each other masturbating and being so used to it that they turned a blind eye, while casually scolding the other for being too slutty counts, then it probably is.
"What happened later?"
"..."
Elena lowered her gaze.
Later?
Took a boat back to the Church. Arranged the work for the other 'selves', and relying on the splitting ability, she could be considered an outstanding Pope. The scammed money was also recovered double.
Found out that her sister always seemed guilty about involving her and Leah in the revenge. And realized that feeling unloved by her sister was just an illusion; she was just too used to the details like her sister kicking the blanket off while sleeping and her pulling it back over her... Rather than thinking her sister cared less about her because of her brother-in-law, it was more that she was too stubborn to realize her sister also needed someone to confide in. No one is born an adult.
"That's true, your sister has that kind of personality. Quite good at taking care of people."
"..."
Although she knew Silas didn't mean anything else by this, Elena's thoughts drifted far away.
Since he had already met her sister first.
Then...
"Brother-in-law."
"Mmh?"
"Did you see Sister?"
"I did. Although there were some twists and turns, she should be returning to the Holy City in a happy mood."
"Th-that's good."
Elena should have long been accustomed to the emotional fluctuations brought by matters big and small, cultivating considerable composure. But she would still waver, because they were getting closer and closer. Her slender waist was embraced.
"Brother-in-law... th-this..."
"I just want to see the silver pattern by your navel, and the line on your chest."
"..."
Really?
If he just wanted to look, unbuttoning would be enough. But resting his palm on her stomach and stroking it, and then moving upwards...
"Seems no different from before; the color and width haven't changed."
"Mmh..."
So, shouldn't he button it back up?
"I saw a strange nun's habit in the wardrobe in Miss Rose's room. A black silk fishnet was built into the skirt."
"Eh? Th-that was! It's not like that... I..."
No matter what she said, it couldn't be explained clearly.
After all, Silas's hand had already reached into her buttocks from the bottom of her open top. He had already touched the same fishnet stockings.
"..."
Elena's plump white mounds were also grasped by Silas's other hand. The feel and elasticity were excellent.
"W-wait a minute..."
"Wait for what?"
Silas forcefully pinched her already engorged cherries.
"Th-this is... wrong... hah..."
"What's wrong?"
Silas suddenly pulled down her long skirt; even with the white panties inside, a small wet spot of moisture could be seen.
"My ability has a few flaws, but it wouldn't make me just leave without saying anything after seeing me, right?"
"Or are you saying, back when I mistook someone else and Miss Julie... uh."
"That was indeed my problem; I didn't check carefully enough after waking up."
"..."
Elena paused.
For a good while, she didn't understand what Silas was talking about. It was only after a delayed realization that she knew he was talking about mistaking Julie for her in the cabin seventy or eighty years ago.
But does that matter?
She never had any other thoughts because of it before. She simply felt she was too stupid, giving Julie an opportunity. Regretted running away at the time.
None of it mattered.
Her anxious, nervous look...
"I'm going to come in."
"Then... ah..."
Liar.
Before he even said it, he had already parted her thighs and inserted it. Miss Elena turned her flushed face away, covering her eyes with one hand, and using the other to hold down the soft flesh that bounced with the movements.
She had resisted.
But certainly, the strength of her resistance was very small. And it quickly turned into submission.
Her mind was a mess.
In such a dilapidated church, she was repeating the same mistakes again.
It was fundamentally no different from before; all it took was for her brother-in-law to show a slight sign of liking her, and she would push her luck, unable to resist her true feelings.
She had a lot she wanted to say.
But in the end, she only asked one sentence, "Then... did you do it with Sister?"
"Uh, I think so?"
"Many times?"
"Why ask this? I said, I'll talk to Miss Rose. It has nothing to do with you."
"That's good."
"?"
"..."
Elena actively extended her toes, clamping around Silas's waist. Her ankles were still hanging with the nun's habit connected to the fishnet stockings.
It didn't matter if it got dirty.
There always had to be an order of arrival. She didn't have the thick skin to steal a taste before Miss Rose.
Squelch.
Elena sensed the hot object wrapped in her cavity throbbing and overflowing with juices. She hurriedly lifted her buttocks, wanting to move away. But just like before, Silas had absolutely no intention of pulling out.
The warmth echoed.
Her brain also went blank.
A surge of emotion she couldn't place made her want to speak it out immediately.
"I told you, there's nothing abnormal here!"
"I can sense the scent breaking off around here. There's also a faint smell of blood."
"...Sigh, brother-in-law just took out quite a few people here. It's normal; they must have gone further in to search."
"..."
It was just the sound of people passing by outside the ruined church.
"..."
Elena knew, it must be Julie who ran off without permission again to pretend to be her, buying time.
"Brother-in-law..."
"Mmh?"
"Just now, Miss Elisa... she must have waited anxiously, right?"
Elena lay on the somewhat warm chair, her thighs unconsciously closing a little. He had already shot, so it was over.
After this, she just needed to find a place to wash up and everything would be fine.
"Isn't Julie quite capable? You have a good helper."
"Eh?"
Hard again?
But they couldn't continue anymore... if this went on. The feelings she had finally managed to suppress would surface again.